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Nov 2021

“Alexios… I accept you as my guardian,” Jana responded. A wave of relief crashed over my body. I glanced at Tia and while she looked slightly less annoyed at my presence, I could still sense hints of hostility. She turned and walked towards some dresses hung in the southern part of the room, her fingers meticulously plucking through them. I guessed my next objective was to get this woman on my side now.

She left her seat to fetch him a blood-flavoured popsicle from the freezer, almost falling into it in the process, and placed it into his hand, unwrapped. To his surprise, it didn’t taste as bad as he anticipated. He considered possibly purchasing more in the future if he craved it, as he continued to enjoy his new favourite frozen snack.

The heavy mug sailed past his horrified face to smash into the wall behind.
Shards of clay and flecks of wall plaster struck him on the back lightly.
Hari had never been in a tavern fight before this.
He hadn’t even been in a tavern like this ever. He wanted to duck under a table and hide, but even the girls were out there fighting.

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8 days later

But, of course, these feelings were drowned out by the genuine happiness they all felt. It was as though they had never left one another at all. Conversations were picked up right where they left off so many decades ago, stories were traded, and eventually they were kicked out of the dive once the closing time came.

His long, silky golden hair framed his face perfectly and laid loose on his back. A bright blue eye that hid a certain darkness in it stared at her, as if it were seeing through her. But what caught Amaltheia's attention the most was the one-sided black feathery wings she had heard so much about, the damaged eyeball, and the nasty scars that covered the left side of King Haryk's face. It definitely wasn't a sight for sore eyes.

The kingly male had captured Amaltheia's focus, and she was having trouble to understand why that was. She had seen some male faeries before and none had this effect on her, so what was it about the king that demanded her attention and dominated her entire thinking organ. She didn't understand why her southern region cried whenever King Haryk was on her mind.

7 months later

“I know for I have accompanied Iola from the time she rescued her grandfather from this very cell.”
“So it was you who aided her.” Esamus’ tone became very cold. “I had five good men killed because of your treachery. Your punishment now will be even more rewarding.”
“No, he had nothing to do with it. He had no choice.” Iola felt her heart begin to race. “I was in his mind, controlling him... making him do my bidding.”

I finished the first draft of The Odyssey of Daiki Yamato (the sequel story to Re:Apotheosis - it came to just under 50,000 words) yesterday, and this is the last paragraph I wrote:

“It’s a long story,” Daiki said, and then smiled. “And we’ve got all the time in the world to tell it.”